Page 62 of Roommate Wars
I scratched my jaw. “It was dark. Maybe it wasn’t that memorable… Better to jog my memory so I know what I’m in for.”
She gulped down the last of her wine, and I grinned, not bothering to hide my pleasure at her feistiness. “You’ve just started a war, roommate. If I make your toes curl, what do I get?” she asked.
My breathing increased, and I squeezed my palm into a fist. “Toes curling. Mmm, you sure about that?”
She stood and crossed over to my side of the table, stepping between my knees. More than my fist began to stiffen.
I leaned back, admiring how fucking beautiful she was. Still wearing her Hot Stuff apron—she must have forgotten to take it off—hair thick and dark and draping over her shoulders in loose waves.
She leaned into me, and I gripped her hips. “What do I get?” she prodded.
My entire body lit up. I fucking loved a competitive woman. “Anything you want.”
Her lips crashed down, taking my mouth like a marauding pirate, unchoreographed and slightly aggressive. She gently bit my bottom lip, which I adored.
I wasn’t sure about the toes curling, but my cock was ready for action.
She leaned back, her face flushed, eyes glazed over. “Feel anything?”
“There’s a stirring.” Lies. I’d been craving Elise in my arms since the morning she slipped out of my bed like a thief in the night. She’d stolen something from me that night, and I wanted it back.
Sadly, the more time I spent with Elise, the more I realized it hadn’t been my dignity I’d lost but something more. Like the heart I’d kept in a steel cage my entire adult life.
Adrenaline surged—the need to conquer thrummed through me.
I grabbed her ass with one hand and wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her in tight. She’d opened the door, and I’d be damned if I let it close again.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Elise
Jack grabbedthe back of my head and took control of the kiss, deepening it. His fingers in my hair, holding me, his lips soft but demanding… Memories of that night came flooding back.
Tremors took over my body as he brushed his thumb across my cheekbone, and the absolute sexiest hum came from his throat while his lips ran down my neck to my collarbone.
And I remembered the panic I’d experienced the next morning, worried that what we’d shared was too close, too personal. And terrified of what it meant.
But none of that mattered now. All I could think about was Jack and his warm body pressed to mine and how we could get closer.
His hand was on my ass, and then he picked me up and somehow tilted me back and eased us onto the soft carpet.
His hand slid to my breast.
I glanced down. “You said nothing about breasts.”
“It landed there. Want me to remove it?”
“No. Might as well leave it.” I grabbed his jaw and kissed him, loving the feel of his skilled lips. These kisses dragged me under, making me forget all the reasons we should keep some distance in this relationship.
Hand still on my breast, he gently squeezed my nipple, then slid his palm over the sensitive tip, making me squirm. He abruptly stopped and frowned at my outfit. “This apron is cockblocking.”
I glanced down. “Huh. Forgot I still had it on. It’s so cozy.”
“Hot Stuff,” he said, using my apron to address me, the way I’d caught him doing earlier, “you mind if I untie this in the back?”
I rolled to the side, giving him better access. A second later, I felt the tug of him unknotting the apron—and heard the telltale sounds of the keypad to enter our apartment.
What the…?
